HIH Insurance Provides Free Cab Charges – Mad Chaos: June 25, 1999

Cab Charge Ride To Barrister’s Offices

For the rest of the day working at HIH Insurance Najla and I prepared some more brief updates as well as complete the outgoing mail.

David came up to us at one stage and noted that the brief updates had to be hand-delivered because there was a problem with DX.  That came as a little blow.  However, despite there being more than six updates, I found them to be to the same address, just with different barristers. 

Therefore, when all was complete I asked David for some cab charges.  He handed them over with ease.

With a little bit of time to ease my day at work, I headed out to the front of the HIH Insurance building, hailed a taxi in the sprinkling rain and relaxed as he took us down Elizabeth Street. 

Passing Lyssa’s work, I took a glance at the front doors and by chance or coincidence I noticed Lyssa, Penelope and the other blonde girl from her work walking in at around 4:00 pm.  For a second I felt slight envious loathing, but that passed quickly as we reached my destination.

Jumping out of the taxi and paying with cab charge, I headed to the barrister’s chambers, delivered all the documents and then headed back down the long-traveling elevator.

Catching another cab back to the HIH Insurance building I looked to see if Lyssa was at the front of her work, but there was no such luck second time round.

Filing & Administration At HIH Insurance

Heading back to the HIH Insurance building, Najla and I just tried to get the filing down, as there wasn’t really any pressure placed on us.

When the end of the day arrived, me and Najla set out together.  But once we were downstairs out the front of HIH Insurance, I parted to head for Pitt Street, as Najla headed to Wynyard by herself for the first time.

Shopping In Hound Dog

Heading straight to Hound Dog without fail, I had come back to buy one of my favorites, but ended up buying a horde of clothing.

I picked each item that I found interesting.  Then after having a little chat to the Asian chick who worked there with a black shirt and a white tie (it’s all fashion) I headed into the change rooms.

I tried on five different items in many different sizes until I could finally get the right fit.  After all the swapping and choosing of clothing, I came down to five items I wanted to buy.

The first item was a Hound Dog jacket which is made of that polyester type material and hasn’t any warming fur.  It looked great when I tried it on.  I appreciated how there were two zip-up pockets on each side of my chest.  What’s more, they were concealed.

I also tried on a blue button up shirt.  I decided to choose one that wouldn’t be too tight around my chest.  It was excellent.

The third item on the list was a brownish-grayish shirt.  Normally I wouldn’t pick this color but it looked fantastic on me.

Fourth choice of the day was my favorite pick, a stretch shirt made of polyester (or nylon) which had a Petersham woggy-type look.  It was a black shirt but there was red across the Chest in a boob-tube type section.  Also, each arm sleeve had red running down with the black separated only by a thin white line.  It looked awesome!  What’s more, the neck was also red, which added to the alluring appearance.

Stepping out for a little, I was enticed into trying on a pair of pants I have always been wanting since having seen them.  They are the one-stripe Adidas type pants but the stripe which runs down the leg actually glows slightly.

There are not enough pages here to describe how perfect these pants are.

From the fabric that purposefully has creasing lines from the crotch down the leg when you widen your stance, to the pockets from the side of the thigh down to the knees which zip up and weren’t noticed until I just tried them on an hour ago.  These pants were perfect with the red and black top and add the jacket, you have a hot outfit I can’t wait to wear.

Chatting The Sales Girls Up

Stepping out of the change room for a second opinion, I talked to a black chick that was working there.  As she walked up to me, she looked at me with the small size and then the medium size.  We both agreed that the small was much better.

When I popped out of the change-room, she looked at me as if she wanted to eat me, so it must have looked good.

Taking this opportunity to do my best at chatting her up, I noticed a band around her hips, which had ‘HD’ all the way around it.  Looking excellent, I thought it came with her pants.  But I soon found out that only people who worked at Hound Dog actually had them.  It was a union thing.

Pointing to the ribbon and asking about it, I ran my hand up and down the ribbon just an inch or two from her sensual dominance.  It felt good how she didn’t flinch or mind at all.

Nevertheless, as I walked back into the change-room, I had to make a decision on what to buy and what to leave behind.  Despite my not being able to get a staff discount, I decided to buy all five items.

Paying At The Hound Dog Cashier

Heading to the Asian chick up the front who now feels me part of the establishment of Hound Dog, we tallied up my bill.  The bill ended up being just over $300.  Altogether, just on clothing, I spent $500 of my money.  As I had placed $120 in my credit card Thursday morning, I had taken the most of it back out by the end of the day.

As I forked some of that out of my wallet and credit card, I pointed to the black girl and asked if I could be able to get one of those Hound Dog ribbons for myself.  Looking at me curiously she asked why I would want it.  As I noted, “Just for sport,” she snuck one into my bag of goodies.  “Don’t tell anyone I done this for you, you don’t know me,” she uttered.  “Who are you,” I said back to her.

The Asian chick was weary when placing the ribbon with Hound Dog written all around it into my bag.  She went to the extent of reminding me that if someone asked where I got it from, just to say that I found it on the street.

It’s great to have something at home that no one else would normally have.  An ally at Hound Dog is a great thing too.

Shopping In Politix

From Hound Dog I made my way to ‘Politix’ where I bought my pants for work, as well as place a lay-by on the jacket.  Trying them both on with a shirt I loved the feel and look of them together, I couldn’t wait to have them available to me.

The pants which I bought on Thursday were different.  They had four buttons instead of a zipper at the crutch.  This made for great fashion and a great investment.

Whilst there the guy behind the counter touched up my shoes again, but it didn’t help much as they were still creasing, heading to wearing away again.  Nevertheless, he told me that if my shoes done the same thing, to send them back to his store ,and he’ll supply me with brand new shoes.

Heading to the station after my shopping was complete I couldn’t believe that it was almost 7:00 pm, and that I had spent as much money as I did time in the city.

The Blonde On The Escalator

On the way down a long escalator I looked up to see who was heading down with me.  There, a few steps above me, was a blonde girl with her hair back in a ponytail.  As I looked up at the 22 year old she let out a laugh.  It seemed like she thought she knew me at first.  Then when she realized I was someone else, that laugh came out.

On the way down the escalator we had a little bit of a chat, but in the end she headed one way disgraced and embarrassed and I filed off the other way.

Capturing The Beautiful Moon Above

Catching a normal train home I made it back to my house around 8:30pm. 

As I headed home, I quickly took out the camera and took two pictures of the night sky in the backyard.  The moon glowing with a yellow ring through the clouds looked too good an opportunity to pass up.  I just hope they turned out.

From there I sat down, counted up all my spending, my losses.  Then while drawing up my plan for the next fortnight, I began typing in my computer.

My night ended around 11:30 p.m. as per usual and that is where my Thursday ended.

Planning For Kangaroo Valley

The time now is 12:30 a.m.  No one has called me or decided to come pick me up.  With my eyes gaining a tired wink, I shall revert to my bed for some slumber now but hope that I don’t get woken up too early tomorrow morning to head for ‘Kangaroo Valley’ – if it’s still on.

If I wake up early enough tomorrow morning I can finish off the chronology of tonight and that will be that.  Let this weekend not fall into shambles, because I want something to remember as we scoop up the privilege of next month, and what I can gain from it.

There will be lots of plans, lots of celebration and lots of spending, that’s all I can say right now about next month.